Once a Catholic…
always a Catholic
Once a Priest…
forever a Priest
Once a Poet…
always a Poet
Once a Man…
—forever a Man
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)
Maria
Our years are fated…
Maria’s allotment was short
But no less special
Each moment becoming pregnant
With what time would not allow
Each new hour
The measuring stick
Of what would never occur
In a bed and a room
Where only wishes and dreams
Last
To never grow into memories
Fate would not permit
Her life to become less precious
As the deceptive future
—steals tomorrow from today
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Kurt,
Veritas!
~Laura~
🙂
Kurt,
• “Maria”
After having finished reading, “Maria”, I’m left inconsolable!
“Our years are fated...”
This is a reality!
From a personal point of view, I can attest to this reality...from six weeks in the womb to one hundred two years of living...and everything in between!
An excellent and poignant write penned by an extraordinary author!
~Laura~
I often think your responses are better than my Poetry.
Honored again, thanks.
Kurt
Nah...not even close!
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Glad you felt honored, though!
And you’re very welcome!
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